When I was little I thought
love was unicorns and pixie dust.
It was I who bought
every lie Disney sold me.

I thought the man
would always marry the princess
instead of leaving her stranded just to prove he can,
or not showing up at all.

I thought love could overcome
any obstacle in it's way. I'm still not sure
if this is true, but I would be dumb
not to admit the validity in some cases.

Now that I've outgrown
that sunshine and rainbow phase.
I've become cynical of everything I'm shown.
I wish I could reverse that.

I want to go back
to when I was innocent.
Back when I couldn't be yelled at for the judgement I lacked
and when love was cute, not a fire breathing monster.